"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"
Luo Qingtong's figure darted through the Yin Yang Soul Mountain.
With the formation of the Evil Moon Tide, the Blood Moon in the sky became increasingly evident.
In the air, spectral souls began to distort, shrieking as they attacked Luo Qingtong.
Death Souls pervaded, a parade of specters in the night!
"Swoosh!"
The Death Blade in Luo Qingtong's hand activated, tracing a full moon arc, swiftly slaying the screeching Death Souls as they lunged towards her.
"Boom boom boom!"
The girl's silhouette passed through like a massive, swirling black vortex, annihilating all the Death Souls.
However, as those Death Souls dissipated, new ones were reborn.
Luo Qingtong continued slaying while making her way toward the edge of the Kaiyuan Secret Realm.
"This space has been completely distorted."
In her arms, Little Netherworld Venerate had a grave expression.
His handsome yet cold face was now filled with seriousness.
"Does that mean we're trapped here?"
